Bada bing

He'd been tipped off by a friend who was an electrician. He'd been working on some fixtures at a local mafia associates house when he'd noticed something interesting. A safe combination scratched into the underside of a bookshelf. This contact had tipped him off. Said just give me ten percent if you ever get it. Just good luck getting in.

He'd gone down to the seedy bar to watch his mark in action. He was into stereotypical mob floozies. That was it. He'd shown a little leg on a few occasions to get in somewhere. But this would be a whole other thing. He'd had to spend nearly a thousand to get the outfit down. The wig was actually a bit heavy. The layer after layer of jewelry took 20 minutes to put on. The fur coat was stifling for his male torso. Still, when he was finally ready, he was shocked at the vampy siren he saw staring back at him.

The night of he'd taken a cab to the bar. He walked in and sat down. A few other guys chatted him up, but he fended them off. Then, sensing a chance to one up some other goombas, the mark came over.

His name was Tony. Of course it was. He introduced herself as Vanessa. Vanessa had a perfect Jersey girl accent. Tony began to provide drinks. Vanessa had talked the bartender into watering hers down. Before long, Tony invited her back to his house.

Tony wasted little time getting him to follow upstairs to his bedroom. But Tony was quite drunk. Vanessa only acted like it. Her fur coat came off. She sat down beside him right and he passed out. Thank christ. Vanessa managed to get him into just his breifs and under the sheets. Vanessa took a condom out of her purse, opened it and tossed it onto the bed. If Tony woke up to this, he'd assume he had a good time. Vanessa paused in the doorway. Then went back and got out another one. Poor guy was going to get ripped off. He might as well think he'd had a fun night.

Vanessa carefully walked into the study. Found the code on the shelf and was into the safe in minutes. 25 thousand dollars came out, the rest stayed.

It had gone so well, Tony had no idea and asked around about the blonde he'd taken home a few weeks ago. He didn't know how to get a hold of her. Could he be so dense?

Vanessa just invited herself over the next weekend. Tony was home alone. She sweet talked him over some takeout. Got him drunk again and went back to the safe, which had even more money. She then slinked off after he'd turned in early.

"Vanessa" wasn't used again. It was way too risky. He'd driven the costume items up to a cabin in New England and torched it all tbe first night in the fire pit. It made him a bit sad. He'd have enjoyed being a mob wife.

His electrician buddy was shocked when he got 5 grand. He asked repeatedly how it had been done. No way he'd believe the truth.

Years later, he couldn't help himself. He'd put together a cheap version of he costume and gone to a Halloween party where his sparky friend would be there. When he brought up the safe tip, his friend's jaw dropped wide open as he put together how he'd done it.

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